Thursday, December 16, 2010

I married my best friend. Somehow, after ten years, three kids, one house (that may or may not ever sell) two dogs, five cars, eight surgeries, one NICU stay, tens of thousands of diapers and days when we wondered if, surely, we were insane, there have been many more days and years of nothing but sheer wedded bliss. How bout we go for 60 more? I'm game. I love you so much it's stupid and am so glad you are my best good friend. You are the peanut butter to my chocolate and that is mighty high praise!